Kayla Saraland Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

About Saraland

That's just the Witch of Tillman's Corner. She's been around for maybe 5 years? I believe she lives in the woods in one of the homeless camps around that area.

And then, lemme spill da tea: my personal fav spot is Mr. B’s Diner on Route 66-ish (naw, wait, it’s not da real Route 66, but close enough!). Their milkshake? Bang on – tastes like love and rebellion. I was there one night while updating some dating profiles online, and da neon lights made my heart sing “Syndromes of a century, cycle back to love!” Very poetic, not?

Saraland finds soil with PCBs at recreation complex site, plans to remediate area